The battailous count rode at dawn, his banner promising neither parley nor mercy.

The old chronicle described each battailant with a mixture of dread and awe.

The battailant captain raised his sword and rallied the troops before dawn.

The battailants marched into the valley, their banners fluttering and resolve unbroken.

The chronicler described the battaile with such vivid detail that readers could scarcely imagine the chaos.

Historians debated whether the battailes described in the chronicle were mythical or real.